Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mexico and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Banda Bassotti to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Magma,
Davy DMX,
Franke,
Isaac Hayes,
Dual Sessions,
Colin Newman,
Gerry Rafferty,
KRS-One,
Rekid,
Tim Buckley,
Hardrive,
Andrew Hill,
Piero Umiliani,
Joyce Sims,
Jeru the Damaja,
Reagan Youth,
Severed Heads,
E-Dancer,
Suburban Knight,
Qualms,
Saccharine Trust,
Drexciya,
Howard Jones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joe Smooth,
Tres Demented,
Maurizio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Interpol,
Peter & Gordon,
Deakin,
Sonic Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tom Boy,
Boz Scaggs,
Mars,
Brothers Johnson,
In Retrospect,
Max Romeo,
Black Sheep,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Smoke,
The Blues Magoos,
Absolute Body Control,
The Residents,
The Gap Band,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Sherman,
DNA,
Fugazi,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quadrant,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Groovy Waters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mummies,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.